Millicent fought an odd feeling inside her at the expression on his face. Didn’t he understand that Nell must come first? That getting in the way of the duke’s plans would endanger all of them? Why must he think they should come to the queen’s rescue? Surely the lady had sorcerers and counselors who protected her. What could one were-cat, an old woman, and an enchanted knight do to change the fate of the world?

That he should make her feel guilty and selfish for protecting her own truly bothered her.

The door to their prison shuddered, and they all spun to face it.

“Lady Selena,” called one of the guards through the widening crack in the door. “Ye have been in there a long time.”

“Get rid of him,” hissed Gareth.

Selena crossed to the door. “And you are interrupting! Go away.”

But the crack widened farther. “The duke said to watch ye around the magic man,” continued the guard, his face now wedged in the opening. “And ye have had long enough for a spot of fun.”

“You’re just jealous,” snapped the vamp. “I told you, you don’t own me, Jok.”

Millicent rolled her eyes. “Jok? I thought you had better taste, Selena.”

“Oh, do be quiet.”

The door scraped the rest of the way open, and one of Ghoulston’s most trusted guards stepped into the room.

“Too bad it’s not the red-haired giant,” muttered Gareth as he drew his sword.

Jok took one quick glance around the room and drew his own sword with a grin. “Eh, lookin’ for a bit of sport, guvner? Most happy to oblige.”

Millicent shifted to panther, putting her body between the men and Nell. She hoped Bran and his gang would get here fast, for it appeared they were escaping. Now.

Jok did not have a chance of beating Gareth in a sword fight, and knew it within the first few seconds. His cocky grin faded and he reached for his pistol. Gareth sliced his hand. When Jok bent over to cradle the wound, Gareth shoved him with a well-placed boot to the back. At least Jok was smart enough to stay down.

Gareth spun his sword in a dizzying display of naked steel and faced the other guards crowding the doorway. “Next?”

His voice sounded arrogant, but Millicent knew him well enough now to hear the weary sadness that lay underneath. She did not wait for the other guards to take up the challenge, or draw their pistols. They possessed none of the honor her knight did, and would not hesitate to shoot him. They did not fight fair in the Underground.

Millicent let loose her fiercest panther scream and leaped past Gareth into the mob of guards. She caught a glimpse of frightened eyes before she bowled over two of the men. Muffled grunts and confused shouts followed as they tumbled across the corridor. Millicent bit and clawed, felt the cold slice of a blade on her right shoulder. The steel must have been coated in silver, because it actually cut her. She screamed again, turned on the man who held the dagger, and clamped her jaws around his throat until he quit struggling. He stank of ale and sweat and fear.

Millicent snorted. Both of the men she had attacked no longer moved. She spun to face the rest of the guards.

Gareth stood like some warrior god, a bloody blade in his hand, fallen bodies surrounding him. His eyes blazed a fierce blue, and his handsome face held little emotion. Until he looked at her. “Are you all right?”

Millicent nodded. Swished her tail for emphasis.

“’Twas a foolish thing to do, my lady. You could have gotten hurt.”

Millicent limped over an unconscious guard and nuzzled Gareth’s hand. His lips tightened but he gently caressed her head.

“We have only just begun to fight, my love. Allow me to protect you a little.” Then he released a sigh. “Let Nell bind your wound.”

As soon as the old woman had tied a bandage around Millicent’s shoulder, they joined Gareth and Selena in the corridor. The were-bat’s nostrils flared from the apparently tantalizing smell of blood surrounding the fallen guards, but she kept her lust-glazed eyes fixed on Gareth’s face.

“Can you lead us out of this labyrinth of passages again, Selena?” he asked her.

The were-bat fluttered her lashes at him. “Of course. But His Grace made sure to post extra guards along the exit we took before. It seems he did not trust me where you are concerned.”

“Surely there are other exits we can take.”

“Yes, but His Grace—”

“Posted extra guards there too,” finished Gareth. “Perhaps we should just leave the same way we entered.”

“By the front door? Hmm, yes, I don’t think His Grace thought to post extra guards there. But the palace is surrounded by his minions. I do not think we will get far.”

Gareth still held his sword in his hand, although he had cleaned off the blood. “We need only hold them off until the tavern keeper arrives.”

“Are you sure you don’t just want to stay here with me? Millicent could give me the relic…”

Millicent growled.

Gareth shook his head. “I am afraid that is not possible, Selena. And when the effects of your… last meal wear off, you will be grateful I am gone.”

“Oh, but I could never be—”

Millicent growled. She would not watch Selena fawn all over Gareth another instant. Bad enough when the woman just lusted after him, but love made her a blithering idiot. Millicent stalked forward, nose high and tail rigid, Nell clutching her ruffled fur. Millicent could not hope to remember the path they had taken to the duke’s main living quarters, but she could follow the scent of the kitchens, which lay just off the main hallway. Fowl roasted in the oven and something boiled on the stove. Potatoes, perhaps.

That faint smell grew stronger as they climbed down each circular stairway. Eventually Selena pushed past her and opened a door that led into the great hall of the castle. Only a few fairylights lit the space, casting dark shadows along the stone floor. Millicent could not see any guards, which raised her hackles even more.

“Trap?” whispered Gareth.

Selena frowned. “No, I swear. I would not put you in harm’s way, my love. His Grace would just not expect you to use the front door.” She gathered her black skirts and sailed down the vast hall.

Gareth still looked unsure, yet they had little choice but to follow. Their footsteps echoed hollowly through the high-ceilinged hall, even the faint swishing of her paws sounding as if a thousand cats stalked the passageway. Millicent could hear nothing but their own movements, and actually felt relieved when they were finally challenged near the doorway.

The red-haired giant of a guard stepped from behind a lewd painting of gargoyles sporting with a maiden, and raised his brows at Selena. “Look at ye! Ye couldna’ resist feeding off the magic man again, eh? I told His Grace ye’d do it.”

“Oh, shut up,” she snapped, and shifted to were-bat, black wings stirring up the air, flapping enchanted tapestries against the walls, interrupting the moving scenes embroidered on them. She launched herself at him before the guard managed to draw his pistol from his holster.

She would have knocked down a smaller man, but the giant just let out a grunt and grabbed her wings and twisted.

Selena screamed.

The front door burst open, and several more guards ran inside, only to meet Gareth’s drawn blade. Millicent positioned herself in front of Nell, growling and showing her teeth, claws extended at the ready.

But the men did not get past Selena and Gareth. Within moments, the guards lay bleeding on the floor.

Selena hovered over the giant’s limp body, blood dripping from the corners of her hairy mouth. Then launched out the door.

Millicent had seen a ring of guards around Ghoulston’s palace from her upstairs window, but the courtyard lay empty, and they passed through unchallenged. She could not see past the outer wall, but the portcullis had been raised.

“This is too bloomin’ easy,” muttered Nell.

Then the ground began to sink.

Millicent’s paws sunk several inches before she realized the cobblestones had melted into some sort of sludge. She pulled out one paw, which made a sucking sound, and resulted only in forcing her back legs deeper into the ground. A low whine slipped from her throat.

Selena bobbed above them, the motion of her flight lacking any grace whatsoever. But at least she wasn’t trapped. Millicent turned to look at Nell. With her slight weight, she had sunk only up to her ankles. Millicent growled, shook her head toward the portcullis.

Nell glared. “I ain’t leavin’ ye.”

Something smacked Millicent’s head. She turned. Gareth had chopped apart the odd colorless trees that lay potted about the courtyard, and held out a slender branch to her. Millicent grabbed it with her teeth as he tugged.

Gareth sank deeper into the sludge.

Selena let out a shriek and clutched the knight’s shoulders with her small back legs, furiously beating her wings to keep him from sinking any farther. Gareth pulled both himself and Millicent toward the portcullis, Nell having a much easier time of it in following them.

It took forever to reach solid ground.

Gareth fell backward and yanked Millicent the last few inches out of the trap. Selena landed beside them, her wings quivering from exhaustion. Nell slowly made her way to join them. “If that’s the best spell Ghoulston’s got,” she said, “then he ain’t much of a wizard.”

Millicent snorted. Drowning in that slime would be her worst nightmare. As far as she was concerned, Ghoulston had done a jolly good job of malicious spell-casting.

Gareth stood. “We’re not out of here yet.”